Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 293 Ms Quinn, Please Look atMolly slowly changed her expression to a more amiable one during their silent standoff.

"You should take your secret back to Pendorf, and you're not allowed to return ever again. You should also forget about seeking the Pearsons out. Only then will you and your granddaughter be safe." "Is that so? You people brought back that fake and acted all grand when you returned to the Pearsons, only to bully my granddaughter as soon as you reap the benefits. Is that what you call safety?" Analise retorted mockingly as she stared at Molly.

"Others might have respected you when you acted tough in Quinn Village, but you can't bring that attitude to Capitalis. Besides, you can't even enter the Pearsons' gate. You, an elderly woman, can't possibly seek justice for your granddaughter, Molly continued while sounding genuinely persuasive.

"If you think I can't get in, why did you tieup then?" Analise questioned sharply.

"We were actually saving you. An elderly woman from out of town having an accident in Capitalis wouldn't raise any eyebrows. Furthermore, Capitalis is filled with cars and people. It's normal for an old person like you to get bumped into accidentally," Molly said calmly, as though she was just talking about the weather.

"In that case, why don't you letout to experience a bump or two?" Analise looked at Molly with a hint of a smile.

Molly didn't know what kind of tricks Analise had left behind the scenes. After a moment of contemplation, Molly turned on her heel and left.

Analise looked at the closed door and lay back down while muttering, "Oh my goodness. I've toiled all my life, and I didn't expect to receive such good treatment as soon as I arrived in Capitalis. All I do is eat, drink, and sleep. It's so comfortable." The people monitoring her couldn't help but feel infuriated by her words.

Molly briskly walked through the quaint house before passing through several corridors and entering a courtyard.

In the courtyard, a woman dressed in a dress was pruning flower branches. She turned when she saw Molly returning, and her appearance bore sresemblance to Abigail. Yet, their temperaments were entirely different.

"How did it go?" She held a freshly cut rose in her hand.

"That old woman is extremely stubborn and definitely has an ace up her sleeves. We can't take any hasty actions, Molly replied with a respectful tone 1/3 "She raised Abigail, who is quite cunning herself. We can't underestimate her. Moreover, she may have ulterior motives. Are you sure she's not deceiving you?" The woman scented the rose and asked calmly. "But she knows the truth about what happened all those years ago," Molly said gravely.

The woman looked at the rose for a while before musing, "We can't allow that old lady to meet the head of the household, and she wants that old lady to die. If you can't achieve that, I'll be in at difficult position here as well. How do you suggest we proceed?" Her words made Molly's face turn pale.

"But Sean's people are still investigating this matter. The consequences would be unimaginable if we offended him." Molly expressed her concerns.

"What use is there forto keep you under my employ if you wantto consider these factors. for you?" The woman suddenly crushed the rose in her hand, and her eyes were filled with malice. as she regarded Molly.

Molly was so frightened that she instinctively shivered in response. Then, she swallowed hard before saying, "I will find a way." "I only care about the ult. Don't botherwith the process. Otherwise, I will consider you useless. Do you understand?" The woman tossed the crushed rose on the ground, and her expression grew even more vicious. The sufficiently terrified Molly nodded obediently and left with shaky legs.

Meanwhile, Abigail felt a bit lost upon arriving in Capitalis.

She had made the decision in a hurry and only now realized that finding Analise was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

It was a call from Eric.

She wasn't sure if it was a coincidence or if Eric had been monitoring her movements all along. Sear*ch the Findwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

Nonetheless, she still answered the call.

"What's the matter?" Her tone was as cold and distant as ever, showing that she had no intention of talking unless absolutely necessary. "You're in Capitalis. Do you need help? Do you wantto be your guide?" Eric asked.

2/3 Abigail was just about to say something when she saw a stylish man in a black suit and sunglasses holding up a sign.

The large words 'Ms. Quinn, please look at me' on the sign were quite eye-catching as they drew the attention of many.

Abigail couldn't help but cringe. Still, she tried her best to hide her discomfort as she walked over.

"No, thank you. I have someone pickingup, and I'm not here for vacation; I'm here on business," she replied flatly.

"All right... Be sure to contactif you need anything." Eric sounded somewhat disappointed.

Abigail gave a noncommittal response and ended the call right then and there.

Then, she walked up to the stylish man and cleared her throat.

"Hello, Ms. Quinn. Mr. Graham askedto pick you up. We've been working tirelessly to o investigate Old ly to Mrs, Quinn's situation, and her ny disappearance is likely connected to the Pearsons." The stylish man pu away the sign and got straight to the point. Abigail scrunched her brows as she inquired, "When can you find my grandmother?" She wouldn't spare them if the Pearsons dared to harm her dearest grandmother. It didn't even matter to her that Josh had once saved Analise.

"We've already contacted the Pearsons. Please wait for a moment," the stylish man replied.

"What's your name?" Abigail walked out of the airport with him.

"You can callAlfie, Ms. Quinn," the stylish man answered with a big and toothy grin.

Even though Abigail was in Capitalis, she had no plan in mind. Sean didn't even know the purpose of Analise's visit to Capitalis. Hence, she felt clueless about what to do.

"Ms. Quinn, let's grab slunch.

fin@your Don't worry. Mr. Graham is taking care of everything. He will grandmother even if he has to turn this place upside down," Alfie said with a grin while acting like a loya henchman. Abigail couldn't help but shoot a glance at him. Did Sean know what kind of people his subordinate was? X